No, I was just a concubine, how did I become the queen?

The Fourth Master raised an eyebrow and looked at Lin Mingyan, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the train model on the corner of the table: "The coal supply in Maocheng is at a critical juncture. If Nara Xingde returns to Beijing at this time..."

Before she finished speaking, she remembered that Wu Yunzhu was in a bad condition at the moment, and it was understandable that she wanted to see her husband.

Then he sighed and pulled out a memorial from the desk: "Forget it, grant him half a month's leave and let him come back to see Wu Yunzhu."

"Use the remaining half month of vacation to wait for Wu Yunzhu to give birth and then come back to accompany her."

Lin Mingyangang also thought that this was the best. At least the pregnant Wuyunzhu could be comforted, and Nara Xingde could come back to have a good new year.

Moreover, this vacation does not include the time spent on the journey, it is actually spent accompanying Wu Yunzhu.

Nara Xingde was in Maocheng, and thick frost formed on his eyebrows due to the cold.

But when he heard from his personal guards that a letter had come from the capital, he couldn't contain his joy.

Zhang Songqing originally came to Maocheng to work as a miner, but he was smart, honest and hardworking.

After three months, he was promoted to team leader. Later, he used his intelligence to prevent a mine disaster and saved many people.

Seeing that he was capable, Narasimha took him in as his personal guard.

At this moment, he walked quickly into the house, his eyes full of smiles: "General, there is a letter from home!"

He is older than Narasimde and has a special affinity that makes people want to get along well with him.

Narasimde regarded him as a friend and elder brother, and nodded, feeling relieved.

I finally received a letter from home. The last time was three months ago. I wonder if the princess had a hard time during her pregnancy?

He had been out for almost half a year, and had only received one letter from Wu Yunzhu, which was announcing great news - she was pregnant.

Later, he sent more than a dozen letters to the capital, but received no reply.

However, Maocheng is thousands of miles away from the capital, so it is normal for letters to be lost on the way, so although he was worried, there was nothing he could do.

Now I finally received another one, and I am so happy.

Nara Xingde took the letter and opened it quickly. Zhang Songqing was scratching his head and worried about their general.

"What did you say? What did you say?" Zhang Songqing asked in a teasing tone.

Nara Xingde was a little disappointed when he opened the letter, because this letter was not written by Wu Yunzhu, but was sent by Yu Ling on the orders of His Majesty.

"Nothing, they just told me to go back to Beijing now and give me half a month's vacation," Nara Xingde said somewhat dejectedly.

Zhang Songqing was startled. "Return to the capital? Could something have happened to the princess?"

There has been no news for such a long time. As soon as there is news, ask the generals to return to Beijing urgently. I hope there is nothing bad!

This time, Narasimha shook his head. "Not really. The princess and the child are both fine."

"It's just that during the New Year holidays, His Majesty felt sorry for the princess being alone, so he asked me to go back and keep her company."

He said this, but his mood was not very good, because after the initial excitement of Princess Shang faded, he was also a little puzzled by Wu Yunzhu's behavior.

He could understand that she was frail and didn't want to come to Maocheng.

But after he came here, he didn't receive any letters or things in the first three months, and the letters he wrote back fell into the sea.

She promised to send him underwear regularly, but now half a year has passed and he hasn't received even a piece of clothing.

These are all fine, but she usually doesn't even say a word.

Among the people traveling together, ordinary soldiers certainly did not receive letters from home frequently, but the deputies were also children of officials and received letters from their wives every month.

Narasinde looked at the edict in his hand, his fingertips stroking the cinnabar annotations on the yellow silk. Suddenly, he turned to Zhang Songqing and asked, "Brother Zhang, do you receive letters from my sister-in-law every month?"

Zhang Songqing scratched his head, his ears turning slightly red. "My wife doesn't know many words, but she always asks the village scholar to write for her. She can fill up three pages with her rambling."

"Last month she brought me a new cotton-padded jacket, which she had sewn stitch by stitch, because she was worried I'd get cold in the mine."

It's not that he has no vision, but he can't help but say these things when he mentions his wife, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

Besides, the general must have a reason for asking him these questions. He can't just lie, right?

Narasimde looked at his smiling face and suddenly remembered what Wu Yunzhu had said to him in the garden before leaving the capital: "Don't be too picky. I'll make you an undergarment every month."

But he had not received his monthly undershirt, and the one he had was already frayed at the edges.

"Then why didn't I see you wearing it?" Narasinde suddenly asked again when he saw that he was still wearing a tattered cotton jacket.

Zhang Songqing scratched his head: "I am wearing the inner clothes, and the outer clothes are still old clothes. If I don't take good care of my wife, she will beat me~~"

After all, I sewed it with great effort, and I don’t know how many holes it has made on my hands. How can I just ruin it?

Narasimde was shocked by these words, and felt an indescribable blockage in his heart.

Zhang Songqing added, "She has amulets sewn on the corners of her clothes. If they get torn, wouldn't that be unlucky?"

"She specifically told me to take good care of it, and that it should still be like new when I get home!"

Narasimha could not help but think of his precious undergarment. The princess said not to take it too seriously, but he still wore it just as pajamas.

Even so, the precious material could not withstand long-term wear and would have worn out long ago.

There was nothing special about the corners of the clothes.

Only then did he remember the expression on Wu Yunzhu's face when she spoke, and he realized belatedly that she had probably never even seen this dress, let alone made it herself.

She...looks down on him!

She didn't want to suffer with him, and she didn't even want to care about him as her husband...

Nara Xingde sat dejectedly in the armchair, feeling a lump in his heart, unable to move up or down.

He wished he could run to Wu Yunzhu right now and ask her why she did this.

But, that's the princess...

In the distance came the miners' calls to finish work, startling a flock of crows that flew over the gray kiln roof.

Zhang Songqing saw that he looked unwell and asked hurriedly, "General, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Narasimde came back to his senses and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm a little tired. I'll be fine after a night's rest."

"Pass the order down. Have the deputy general take charge of all the affairs of Maocheng starting tomorrow. You and your guards, please come back to the capital with me."

No matter what, he is the emperor's son-in-law, and it is better to have such a vacation than not at all.

But originally he would definitely rush to the capital before the New Year to spend the New Year with Wu Yunzhu.

Now that I have figured it out, I find it boring.

Since the round trip was not counted in his vacation time, there was no need to rush and harm his health.

After all, without a wife to love him, he has to love himself.